7am this morning, it was peaceful and mild. There was a gentle mist and the birds where just starting to wake up. I was inclined to get my trainers on and dash off down the canal tow path and see the early antics of the local wild life.
Instead, I tightened the cord on my dressing gown, donned my slippers and shuffled across the court yard to the shed where Roger rests. He's so full of dust he hates me - using him as storage now and hes not a happy treadmill.
I have tried bribing my consultant with cake and biscuits but it isn't working - Mt Hunt - if you are listening, please show mercy on this miserable runner who hasn't since March and remove my unwanted friends!!